Come on all you pretty women with your hair a hanging down

Open up your windows 'cause the candyman's in town

Come on boys and gamble roll those laughing bones

Seven come eleven boys I'll take your money home

Look out look out the candyman

Here he comes and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'till

Candyman comes around again

I come from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive

When I get back to Memphis be one less man alive

Good morning Mr. Benson I see you're doing well

If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell

Look out look out the candyman

Here he comes and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'till

Candyman comes around again

Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind

If you've got a dollar boys lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar pass the whiskey round

Won't you tell everybody you meet that the candyman's in town

Look out look out the candyman

Here he comes and he's gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'till

Candyman comes around again

Look out look out the candyman

Here he comes and he's gone again

Look out look out the candyman